My sky blue eyes flashed open.

What did I inhale last night?

A good three fourths of my entire memory was lost; leaving me with an enormous amount of questions.

I had no idea where I was—and the little memory I maintained was scrambled like a puzzle. I needed a start so I could end with answers.

But where to start without so much as a lone memory of my past?

The pure darkness of the cold, stomach-wrenching room shined an irrational purple with the faintest blue light shining just as abnormally bright from the end table; both causing my head to cry out in pain due to a killer migraine.

And then there was pink; colliding into the blue in a somewhat relaxing yet five-dimensional realm.

There wasn't much to see. I couldn't make out anything—my vision was terribly blurred, only allowing me to see light that agitated my extreme headache—concussion?—even more.

My numbed cold fingers prevented me from moving even an inch, and I started to panic; feeling completely immobile, concealed, confused, despondent and scared.

I couldn't figure out if I was going crazy, or if it was just my injury that made the light move. Up and down the pink and blue light rays went...completely soundless as they drew me into a trance.

The absolute only memory that rang into my head at the moment was...running.

But to where, or from what?

Running lifelessly, with no cause. No trace of memory, or dash of purpose.

And then a high-pitched scream—was it my own?—and blackness. But unlike cliché rape stories, the blackness came before the unconsciousness.

Passing out the way I had was engraved in my injured memory. A sudden blackout and then a hand around my throat as it clenched. The large hand smelled of weed and torn flesh, as its thumb curled around the left side of my neck. I remember being roughly jerked towards the ground right before something hard, cold, so very painful, made contact with my head.

Apparently the pain had time to soak in…and I was now paying the vicious price. Some over-dosage on Advil and/or Xanax sounded chillingly delightful right about now.

I stared at the mobile light as I blinked rapidly. I hoped for my vision to clear up, at least to where I could see my surroundings.

I forced my eyes to close, biting my lip until I tasted blood. But I didn't care. I was focused on the unbearably violent pain in my head—like someone banging a skateboard into my skull, repeatedly; endlessly.

I tried to lift up my head, which earned me an unplanned moan at the pain as I fell back onto something hard; all the more comfort.